Super Smash Hoes ft. Kanji00 Lyrics

Back in 011, we playin' Smash Bros. A whole last decade later, we super smashin' hoes

Try and change your iPhone color, maybe to rose gold

Now they wanna talk to me after their shoulder was ice cold

Moving the ball like the LA Lakers, make it to the rim so I can dunk it

She hit me on snap saying I'm so stylish, that same night we wine and dinin'

We stay playin' from night to morning, tryna move up, they call me Messi

Don't test me, I shoot threes', these niggas tryna just take my skill tree

Imagine, some dragons, we fallin' just like them titans

Los Santos, some tacos, let's go back to casa blanco

She's from, the north, but I'm already in the court

There's energy, down south, but trust me I got no doubt

Beat a nigga up with that man Mario, I choose my guy Lucario

Like to workout, let's do some cardio. Just scored a winner, Carvalho

Handbrake turn, in the VW Polo. We just playin' around like a yo-yo

My heart never like a normal stereo, but I'ma have to increase the audio

Ayy, ayy, increase the audio. Ayy, ayy, just like a stereo

Back in 011, we playin' smash bros

A whole last decade later, we super smashin' hoes

Tryna change your iPhone color, maybe to rose gold

Now they wanna talk to me after their shoulder was ice cold

Hold up, I hop in that beat and I kill it

I got your bitch and I'm lyin' on the hit list

I'm a bitch out of her mouth like a dentist

Feelin' like Dennis, bitch hot in my minute

She tryna get through to you, but I ain't finished

She sloppin' her dick, then she gonna spit it

I'm inside the chop like a motherfuckin' chemist

Playin' team and go sit like Mariah

She thinks I'm the one, like I'm on Messiah

Fuck her to blunt like a motherfuckin' liar

Then I climb in that pussy like a motherfuckin' spider

Real connection like what

Fiber, run up that money so much, I retire

These racks all bloom like a motherfuckin' squire

Three-five in my wood, I'm just tryna get higher

Run it up, run it up, count up the racks

Invest in it, guava, I'm in love with these bands

I got your bitch all up in the line, she gettin' ass

And that shit was so good, I'ma have to smash

She tryna talk crazy, so bitch on my pass

If she tryna fuck, I might give her a chance

Hop in that pussy, then I do my dance

Ayy, lil' bro

Tell your mama I'm tryna smash, for real

Nah, cause she low-key good-look as fuck, bro

Tell your mama to hit my line, bro, for real